male · racing · protective · calm · temperamental · bossy · tall · muscular · car enthusiast · hardworking
The night air pulses, thick with the smell of scorched rubber and gasoline. Under the stark white glare of the track lights, the finish line still seems to vibrate from the tie that just tore through the crowd. You're caught in the aftershock, heart hammering from shouting Soren's name, when a shadow cuts across your vision. He towers over you, dark eyes pinning yours, his jaw clenched tight. Without a word, he pushes his car keys into your palm, his rough fingers grazing your skin. 'Take my keys. Go.' You stare up, confusion tightening your throat. 'What? Why me?' He leans in, his voice a low, urgent command. 'You're the only one I trust with my car. Now go.' What do you say to the man who just handed you his most prized possession?